Loss of a loved one.
The sun has lost it's sparkle...
He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue...
One year ago, I heard pancreatic
cancer start to settle in your body...
Why? Where is this abyss of sorrow nourishing?
The bottom of the barrel cleansed of trace...
A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...
This Alcohol burns the cut I made with this knife,
But most of all this Alcohol took your life...
What if I regret it
Down the line...
I knew I don't know the words I should utter,
So I took the seat definitely far from her...
Sometimes...
i want to run away from you...
R.I.P Grandad
These are our last words to you...
I used to wish you back to life so I could be with...
to have you back right by my side as if you were...
I wasn't there when black crows took
June and made it a living nightmare fit...